Page 21 of My Bratva Stalker

And that’s when he snaps.

He slams in deep. Curses. Then finally spills inside me.

So much, so strong that I feel it. Thick. Hot. Endless. Filling me. Marking me. Claiming me.

His weight presses down on me, pinning me in place.

His breath is ragged against my neck.

His cock is still deep, pulsing, fucking owning me.

His voice is low and dangerous. “Fucking take it.”

I whimper.

He thrusts once more, sharp and deep, making sure I do.

“Take all of me.”

And I do.

Because I have no choice. I’m his now.

Viktor

I can’t stop watching.

The way my cock glides in and out of her—

Slow. Deep. Still leaking cum inside her.

But there’s something else.

A deep, rich smear of red.

Her virgin blood.

My chest tightens, my body locking up.

My cock jerks inside her, swelling at the sight.

The proof.

The evidence of what I’ve done to her.

Of what I’ve taken.

Of how she’s mine now.

Forever.

I press my hand over her belly, groaning as I feel myself inside her.

Deep.

Still pulsing.

I pull out just an inch, just enough to see again.

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